Personal Narrative: A World Without Stereotypes

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As infants were told to express our highlighted emotions and to show our talent to the world without hesitation, but as we grow older things change, were each put into the process of being molded into what society wants us to be and our ever step is judged and counted for. Fear and frustration fill our thoughts, second guessing everything we do because we don't want to be outcasts if we make any kind of mistake.
Katherine's Point of View:
( I will switch the Points of Views but so I don't confuse anyone I'll mention when I switch them )
Just at the age of 5 I learned that the world we live in isn't as magical and beautiful as our parents make it seem when were small, this generation and society can turn their backs on us within seconds and
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There are millions of memories in the back of this room especially when Dylan dropped soda all over Cass's new jeans and the stain was red so it has seemed as if she had exploded period blood all over herself, she nearly killed the kid if Layla and I weren't there we would of attended his funeral.
"Katherine Wells, are you going to explain to me what the actual fuck you were thinking when you nearly killed yourself with the situation that happened exactly at 9:24am concerning you and Scarlett Carver?!" Dylan nearly yells as he's trying his best to keep a straight face on and acting as the bad cop.
"What?! Pshhhhhh, nothing happened today at 9:24am, what are you talking about bestie" I try to hide my tracks and put my angelic smile and I bump his shoulder trying my best to change the direction of this conversation. "Hell no!! Don't you dare put on that fake angel smile on, it doesn't work on me maybe on everyone else but not me!!" Dylan says with a fake serious attitude when I know this boy is trying his best to hide his laughter from this whole situation. Since i'm the best I explain to him everything that happened.
- Lunch Bell Rings

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